Now Where Were We ?

So the last time we spoke, I was just getting myself ready for his big moment - the bit where he has to really strut his musical stuff in front of kings and queens so that I can escape with him.

So you're going to want to know what happened, aren't you.

Do you want to know all of it - do you want me to tell you how it all ended, or just the next bit for now ? I
t's no big secret about the ending, I told you right at the beginning - but I can't help thinking you might not have quite remembered that without going back and checking - you just did, didn't you!
I knew you would. So is there any point telling you what happened next, now you know the end ? You could try skipping forward now to the real ending and see if it's still the same -
well, is it ?
You did it again, didn't you - only this time there isn't one yet. You'll just have to read the rest of it now and find out.

So I'm looking my best - which has been a bit of an effort, given that I've been dead for quite a few days now and, if I'm being brutally honest, death doesn't do a lot for your looks after a while, and what's worse, you stop caring about it too - so it was a struggle - as you haven't got a body you can't really use mirrors to see how you look - they just stay blank - so you have to guess - or ask someone and hope they tell the truth. Good job I've made a few friends down here now.

On my way down there, I hope that Tony's managed to get hold of herself and pass on my message - at least she might be on my side when it comes to decision time.
So in I go - there's this big space with seats all around - a bit like a concert hall - except there's no-one there except the king and queen of the dead, Tony, me and him.
Now he's seen me, and I'm really touched - he looks like he's seen a ghost, which I guess he has, but he looks so sad and cute and he so obviously wants to reach out to me - he even stretches out a hand, but there's nothing he can touch ( well, not yet, anyway) and he seems to realise this and pulls it back. Then Mr H asks the big question ( I know he already knows the answer, but he's supposed to ask it anyway) "Why are you here" and himself tells him the story ( which Mr H listens to as if he didn't know) and says he can't manage without me by his side, and that he wants to take me back up there. Is there any chance ?
Mr H is about to say "No" - you can tell by the way he shapes his mouth - which is certainly not what I thought he'd agreed, the git, when his other half gives him a sharp kick just under the ankle and he winces and says " One Chance" and then, after a short pause, tells him that there is a chance.

He's got to play and sing a song.

It's got to be so good it makes them both cry.

Then, and only then, I can go back with him, just as long as he doesn't look back once to make sure I'm there me behind him. He's got to trust me.

So now he knows. He gives me a longing look ( it's really sweet, actually, I'd forgotten quite how it made me feel when he did that) and he starts off his song.
That's the point I think I'll leave it for now - you're going to have to wait for the next bit....